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The swing jolts, and we start moving again. As we sway back and forth, rocking backwards on our way down, they both cuddle closer to me. When we reach the bottom, the line has thinned out so we go on another round. As we gradually climb higher on the giant wheel, they take turns kissing me, our bodies pressed close together on the tight seat. Each kiss is soft and gentle, even the ones from Brendan.

I melt in their grasp, loving how they both hold onto my neck and chin, turning my head back and forth between the two of them. Even as my body relaxes, my core tightens. Desire unfurls like a rose, starting as a small bud, then blooming into a radiant flower. I moan into Breckin’s mouth.

Brendan sneaks his hand under my teddy bear, running along my bare thigh and pausing at the hem of my short dress. “Keep making those noises, Little Girl, and I’ll give you something to moan about, right here in front of everyone.”

I moan even louder, unable to stop myself. I try to push my legs together, but somehow, they end up spreading farther apart.

“Fuck,” he groans before kissing my neck and sliding his hand higher, “too bad this ride isn’t longer.”

When I blink, we’re nearing the ground. As we hop off, he grabs my stuffed toy, holding it in front of himself while they both take one of my hands. I giggle, bumping him with my shoulder.

“Just wait ‘til later, Prude,” he whispers, holding the toy out enough for me to get a peep of the extremely visible tent in his jeans.

I swallow, both sobering and getting even more aroused. We go on a couple more rides, then find ourselves strolling along the beach, following the promenade home.

Taking my sandals off once we leave the bright lights of the festival, I hold them in one hand while both men follow my lead. The cool, dampsand squishes between my toes as I sink into each step.

After a few yards, both men stop to take off their shoes and roll up their pants a bit. Holding the bear and his shoes in one hand, Brendan takes my free hand with his. Lacing our fingers together, we keep moving away from the crowd as more and more people flocked to the dark beach. On my other side, Breckin wraps his arm around my waist. I sink into his embrace, their warmth seeping into me like a furnace.

A soft breeze floats through the air, cooling my heated limbs. Up ahead, stars dot the inky sky, interrupted only by a few scattered fireworks. As we stroll along the coast, we keep stealing glances at each other. The perfect night. The perfect ending to a wonderful date. It doesn’t take long for us to reach my house. Instead of going in, or heading toward their house, Brendan heads closer to the water’s edge, taking me with him.

With the tide low, the shore spans for miles. Calm waves roll up to the surface in a soft lullaby. Near the festival, groups of individuals gather along the beach. Far behind them, by their house, Breckin lays his picnic blanket out on the cool sand, nestled close to a group of tall grass. It’s peaceful, beautiful, far enough away from the rest of the crowd we can’t even hear their chatter. Brendan kisses me once, then heads over to where his brother is.

Sitting down on the blanket, Breckin takes my hand and guides me between his legs. As I sit with my back facing him, a huge firework fills the sky. I gasp as he hugs my shoulder.

“Don’t tell me this is your first time watching fireworks, either,” Brendan laughs, laying down on the blanket between my legs.

With his head on my lap, I wrap my legs around his shoulders, letting my toes caress his stomach. “No . . . It’s just been a while since I’ve seen them.”

“Well, enjoy, Sweetheart.” Breckin kisses my neck.

Before long, fireworks fill the sky, a dazzling display, yet it’s nothing compared to the inferno burning inside me. Breckin continues to pepper my neck with tiny kisses, his hands massaging my shoulders and arms, down to my breasts. I run my fingers through Brendan’s hair as he unbuttons his shirt, letting my feet glide along his washboard abs, down to the hem of his jeans. Reaching up, he caresses my legs, up my thighs. It’s dizzying.

High above us, closer to the beach, the fireworks show continues, huge booms drowning out my moans. With a growl, Brendan rolls over. He flips up my dress, yanks my lace thong to the side, holds my legs far apart, and dives in.

Tilting my head, Breckin swallows my whimpers with his mouth.

There aren’t words to describe it.

Naughty. Exciting. Erotic.

We’re on a freaking beach. Other people close enough I can make out their silhouetted heads with each bright burst from the sky. Yet, tucked far behind them near the tall grass line, it feels like we’re in our own little cocoon. Brendan adds a finger, then two, expertly curving them straight to that spot that has me arching my back, crying into his brother’s mouth. Their hands are everywhere, my arms, shoulders, breasts, thighs. Brendan adds a third finger, then a fourth, his tongue flicking my clit in quick succession. I buck wildly in their grasp, my body soaring high into the sky before exploding into an intense orgasm with the vivid display around us.

Wiping his mouth, Brendan sits up. “Think you can stay quiet?”

I blink, heaving from my release even as Breckin helps me up until I’m kneeling between them. Brendan wraps my arms around his neck, scooting closer.

“Just watch the show, Little Girl, and try to stay quiet.” There’s a challenge in his voice as he unzips his jeans. With all three of us on our knees, he tugs me closer, until my chest is flush against his. They both push my legs far apart, until I’m spread out like I’m doing a mini jumping jack. His hands slide up my dress, taking the thin material with it.

I whimper as he grasps my thin thong, ripping it off of me. I start to make a mental note to buy more panties, but that thought gets cut off.

“Quiet.”

I nod, hugging him tighter.

“That’s my good Little Girl.” He tugs my hips toward his, his hard erection sliding along my drenched folds. “Always so fucking wet,” he growls. “This pussy ready for both of us?”

My torso flexes, another stream of arousal coating his dick as he slides it along my throbbing pussy. It’s so wrong. We’re outside, with a crowd of hundreds that could turn and see us at any minute. Yet, that only fuels my desire, makes me want them more. He slides his dick through my folds again, teasing me to the point I’m almost delirious. “Y-yes.”


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